Take Charge

Lois wasn't a slut. As horny as she was, as deeply as her pussy tingled at the sight of that throbbing erect shaft and the glowing pink band at its base. She wasn't just going to drop to her knees and worship it. Not for Mercy Graves.

Nor was she going to let Maria. She grabbed the barmaid's arm and pulled her back, then began to whisper in her ear.

"Look," she whispered into the pink-and-red headed woman's ear. "We can't show her weakness just because she has her cock out."

"But I want it," Maria whispered back.

"I want it too! But we need to take control of the situation. Do this together. Okay?"

"Okay..." Maria said, her voice unsure.

"Just follow my lead." Lois whispered. She strode purposefully toward Mercy Graves. Her hips swayed as she walked, her boobs shook.

Mercy's eyebrows creased. She backed away as Lois approached, inching toward the door.

"Yeah, cockslut. You want this dick? Come and get it." But her voice was less sure than it had been a moment ago.

"Where you going, Mercy? You came in here all big and bad..." Lois leaned forward and flicked the tip of the woman's dick with her finger, making Mercy flinch. "...all hot to trot."

Maria, who had been following Lois, suddenly grinned. "I bet she wants to go through the door."

"Is that right? But here we wanted to play." Lois licked her lips.

Mercy hovered with her back to the door, one hand poised above the biometric scan plate. This wasn't how things are supposed to go. Her eyes flicked back and forth between the two women as they drew closer.

"C'mon ladies, I know you want the D, just follow me through the door and we can..."

"Now!" Lois yelled, and she and Maria rushed at Mercy. Alone or together, Lex Luthor's bodyguard could probably have handled the women—if Maria hadn't grabbed her dick while Lois grabbed her arm. The two of them wrestled the dickgirl to the ground.